We don’t make eye contact anymore. I ask you; you’re FINE! All of your venom is reserved for me, it’s all mine. Was it something I said?Something I left unsaid?If your demeanor was any meaner I’d be pushing up the daisies instead. Call me crazy (you always do), but you never balk at talking until I enter the conversation,the cause of my consternation!A text on my cell phone emotes more elationthan you stealing these moments of silence from my vacant stare. Are you still there? What we have here…is a failure to…